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I know what I want.

But I can't have it -- not how you live.

I'm trying to get over you.

Just 'cause you love someone

doesn't mean you should stick around and screw up their life.

You know you're walking out on your family, right?

What do you know about dragons?

Dr. Visyak. Medieval studies, S.F.U.

Dr. Visyak: Bobby Singer.

Tell him something for me next time you see him.

Actually, just kick him in the jewels.

- Raphael... - Tomorrow you kneel, Castiel.

Are you proposing that I start a civil war in heaven?

Ding! Ding! Ding!

- Balthazar. - Of course I want to help you.

I mean, the amount of power that it would take

to mount a war --

But what if I said I knew how to go nuclear?

Purgatory.

You and Crowley have been going after Purgatory together?

- Just kill the Winchesters. - No.

Then I'll do it myself.

If you touch a hair on their heads,

I will tear it all down -- our arrangement.

Hello, Dean.

You are like a brother to me.

So, if I'm asking you not to do something,

you got to trust me, man.

Or what?

Or I'll have to do what I have to do to stop you.

I'm sorry, Dean.

I'm sorry, Dean.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Typewriter keys clacking ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Branches scrape ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Door hinges creaks ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

Hello?

Hello?

Please...

We didn't know.

I'm sorry!

[ Screams ]

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Well, you know what? At least you tried.

Yeah, a fat lot of good it did.

Why did he even come, right?

[ Sighs ]

Well, Samuel's journals are pointless.

I mean, I'm sorry, but, uh,

Jebediah Campbell has squat to tell me

about how to stop Cass from cracking Purgatory.

Well, actually, it's not about the journals we have.

It's about the one we don't.

Meaning what?

Well, that's the bad news.

Our pal Cass didn't stop in last night just to mend fences.

What did he do?

- Stole something. - What?

The journal of one Moishe Campbell.

"Moishe"?

Of the New York Campbells.

Uh, so we got to get it back, right?

Or just read the copy I had already made.

Hi. Glad to meet you. Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.

I think I zeroed in on something.

What do you got?

"Went to talk to Howard Phillips

about the events of March 10th."

That's March 10, 1937.

All right, so, who's this Phillips guy?

Phillips ain't his last name. It's Lovecraft.

Wait -- H.P. Lovecraft?

Let me see that.

Am I supposed to know who that is?

Horror writer?

"At the mountains of madness,"

"the call of Cthulhu."

Yeah.

No, I'm -- I was too busy having sex with women.

Well, anyhow, there's one notion that comes up

over and over again in his stories --

namely, opening doors to other dimensions

and letting scary crap through.

You don't say.

Wait, so you're saying you think

Lovecraft knew something about Purgatory?

All I know is, Moishe paid him a visit.

♪ You must be livin' with a four-leaf clover ♪

♪ the number 7 running all the way through you ♪

[ Indistinct talking on television ]

[ Crowd cheers ]

Mnh!

Lisa: Oh! No!

Just -- just let her go.

Okay, just -- aah!

No!

No! [ Bones crack ]

No!

[ Cellphone ringing ]

[ Cellphone beeps ] Ben?

- There's men in the house. - What?

They killed Matt. They got mom.

They're coming. I hear them.

- What are they? - I-I don't know.

- Did you see their eyes? - No.

- Teeth? - No.

This is important, Ben. I need to know.

Dean, I don't know.

- Ben, where are you now? - In my room.

Can you get to your mom's closet? I left a shotgun in there.

No! Dean, what do I do?

Okay, Ben, listen to me.

Go to your window... And jump.

- What?! - Any bones you break

won't compare to what they're gonna do to you, Ben.

- You've got to jump. - Okay, I'm going.

I'm coming right now.

I'm gonna get you and your mom, I promise.

You with me, Ben?

Ben?

Ben!

[ Sighs ]

Hello, Dean.

Fancy a chat?

God, how long's it been Dean

since my so-called demise, yes?

Crowley, let them go now.

Or I swear --

Right, right.

You'll rip me a cornucopia of orifices.

Let's get to the bit where I tell you how this goes.

Your chocolate's been in my peanut butter for far too long.

I'm going to kill you.

Oh, Dean. Ever the wit.

I've got your -- what are they? --

Ex-ladyfriend and not-kid,

and I'm keeping them until I'm satisfied

that you've backed the hell off.

I'm telling you -- last chance to let 'em go easy.

You're adorable when you get all threatening.

Don't worry -- I won't hurt them,

provided you and Jolly Green stand down.

Got it? Splendid.

Kisses.

[ Beep ]

What's the story?

He said Lisa and Ben keep breathing...

As long as we sit on our thumbs.

You think Cass knows about this?

We got to assume he does.

So what are we gonna do?

I'll tell you what we're not gonna do --

sit here.

- I'm going after 'em. - I'm coming with.

No, Sam.

You and Bobby stay on the Lovecraft thing, okay?

Cass is already way ahead of us.

You got to be nuts if you think I'm gonna let you do this alone.

Bobby can take care of the case.

- No, guys. - Bobby...

This is a big ball. Okay? We can't drop it now.

[ Sighs ] Fine.

Then how are you two gonna find Lisa and Ben?

[ Engine revs ]

[ Electricity crackling ]

I'm sorry, boys.

Do I look like a manservant to you?

No? No? Then quit ringing for me. Please.

This is important, Balthazar.

I was drinking a '75 Dom

out of a soprano's navel when you called.

That was important.

Crowley's alive.

Well, you've been scooped.

Cass already told me.

Well, did Cass tell you

that he is Crowley's butt buddy, you smug little dick?

Sam: Excuse me? Handshake deal.

Go halfsies on all the souls of Purgatory --

He fill you in on that?

Well, yes, yes. Yes, of course he did. Yes.

Oh, yes, of course. I -- I --

We can read it all over your face.

Crowley and Cass took two people who are very important to me.

And I care about this because...

Because maybe there is a shred of decency

underneath this -- this snarky crap.

They're innocent people,

and I'm asking for your help.

Hmm.

I see.

Fair enough.

Son of a bitch!

Look, Dean, let's just call Cass.

Maybe he doesn't know anything about --

We are not calling Cass.

- Yeah, but, Dean -- - We're not calling Cass!

So what, then?

You know, uh, horror -- lowbrow.

Put us in the ghetto, fine.

But H.P. Lovecraft -- this guy is literature.

I mean, he -- he should be taught in schools.

He's up there with Dickens and...Dean R. Koontz.

Seriously.

Well, that's -- that's definitely

the angle I'm taking with my piece.

Oh, okay. Okay.

Sorry. You can -- please, please.

So, I hear you have a large collection

of Lovecraft's private letters.

Yeah.

World's largest.

[ Chuckles ] Wow.

You must be catnip to the ladies.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm in a long-term online relationship, so...

Well, I'd like to ask you about Lovecraft's last years --

specifically anything that might have gone down

around March 10, 1937.

Okay.

A-are you working on this with the other guy?

Other guy?

Yeah, uh, you know,

trenchcoat, looks like Columbo, talks like Rain Man?

Right.

W-we're...

Competitors.

Rival magazines.

[ Chuckling ] Okay.

Okay, well, um, I'll tell you what I told him.

Howard had a dinner party on March 10th.

Party?

How many friends at this party?

Well, six --

if by "friends" you mean

co-worshippers in a black-magic cult.

They were getting together that night to perform a ritual.

Something big.

Define "big."

Not much. Just open a door into another dimension.

Why would they do that?!

To see what's out there -- you know, maybe it's friendly.

It's never friendly!

I mean...I imagine.

So, did it work -- the spell?

Well, uh, there was no mention of Cthulhu

in the morning papers, so...

Actually, I do happen to have

several letters detailing the dinner.

Worst thing that was reported was a hangover,

so it's, uh...

- Got it -- - I've got them right here.

Some -- it's actually pretty interesting.

Um, and -- and they were...

They were -- they were right th--

they were right here.

Well, it's not like an invisible guy

could just pop in and steal 'em, right?

Right. Right.

- Oh, uh, - I'll leave you to it,

and, uh, you call me if you find 'em, huh?

Okay, hey...

Thanks.

Thanks again for dropping by, huh?

Lovecraft tried to Jimmy a damn dimensional door.

Idjit.

So, what happened?

Oh, nothing much...

Except I dug.

And every guest invited to the hoedown --

dead or disappeared inside a year.

Wow. Um, so, where are you off to now?

Have a chat with one of the guests.

Wait, didn't you just say that everyone there died?

[ Muffled scream ] Yeah, everybody Lovecraft invited died.

Seems the maid had a 9-year-old boy.

He was there.

So he'd be, what, 83 years old now? Where is he?

Same place he's been ever since the big night --

locked in a mental ward.

I see. [ Clatter ]

Um...Well, keep me posted, huh?

Okay. Stay in touch. [ Punches landing, muffled grunt ]

How's things going there?

You got a lead on Lisa and Ben?

Well, we're making a few inquiries.

[ Muffled scream ]

[ Screams ]

Slow going.

How's Dean?

About how you'd expect.

Next customer.

Look, I don't know anything.

Yeah, we'll see.

Dean?

Yeah?

Look, man, y-you're running on, what, uh,

whiskey and coffee and whatever else you're taking.

Yeah, and?

And we're grasping at straws here, man.

Look, I kill enough of these demons,

eventually one of them's gonna tell me where Crowley is.

So, we good?

Well, look, you've been at it for a while.

Why don't you at least let me take over?

- You deserve a break. - No, thanks.

- Dean -- - Sam, back off.

Lisa and Ben --

wherever they are, that is 100% on me.

And if they are hurt...

I'll yell if I need you.

[ Sighs ] Castiel, it's Sam.

Um...

So, look, I don't know if you're in on this whole Ben/Lisa thing,

but if you have any heart whatsoever,

bring them back to us, man.

Come on.

Please.

I'm begging you.

I am begging you. Do you understand?

[ Sighs ]

[ The Undisputed Truth's "Smiling Faces Sometimes" plays ]

♪ Smiling faces sometimes ♪

Sweetie...

You look tense.

You took Ben and Lisa.

Oh. That.

I told you --

Not to touch Sam and Dean.

I've respected that.

I'm merely exploiting the obvious loophole.

As long as I have the woman and the boy,

your fop-coiffed little heroes

will be scouring the Earth for them --

therefore, not you and not me.

Everybody wins.

You should have talked to me first.

I'd rather ask forgiveness than permission. [ Chuckles ]

Where are they, Crowley?

You are not to harm them.

Do you understand me?

You know what?

You're maxed out on putting humans out of bounds.

I'll do with them as I please.

You want to stop me?

Go find friggin' Purgatory!

[ High-pitched whistle ]

Call on the bat phone?

Never call during business hours, do they?

I'll be back.

Cass, Cass, Cass. So good of you to come.

Balthazar, why'd you summon me here?

Can I ask you a direct question?

Of course.

Are you in flagrante with the King of Hades?

Of course not.

[ Chuckles ]

Always were such a terrible liar.

So it's true.

All right, then.

Why?

It's a means to an end.

Balthazar, you understand that.

Oh, absolutely.

What's the end here, exactly?

You know, raid Purgatory, snatch up all the souls? Win the war.

And I can only assume that you'd be the vessel, correct?

Suck up all those souls into yourself -- all that power.

It's the only way.

Or too much juice for you, in which case you explode,

taking a substantial chunk of the planet along with you.

- That won't happen. - Sure, sure.

Of course.

[ Chuckles ]

Just...

Just tell me that it's entirely risk-free.

I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, but I need to know.

Are you with me or not?

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

You know, you may be certifiable, but...

Fine.

In for a penny...

In for a pound.

How'd you hear about this, anyway?

Oh, your howler monkeys, of course.

See, they're just a touch worked up

about that kidnapping business, you know.

[ Beep ]

Woman on P.A. System: Paging Dr. Bender.

You're sure you're not with that other reporter?

In the coat?

Liar, that one -- not who he says.

No, sir.

Uh, I'm not...

Affiliated with his paper.

I just have a couple of questions

about a dinner party you were at in 1937.

Everyone's so fascinated.

Want to know about my night

at the home of the great H.P. Lovecraft?

If you don't mind.

Well, you know the story.

They did their spell, and they all said it failed.

Do you believe in monsters?

Yup.

You know, you go saying that,

they'll lock you in here rest of your life.

Whatever you saw...

you tell me, and I'll buy it straight.

The spell worked.

A door opened, and something came through.

B-but it was invisible, so no one knew.

Except me.

How did you know, then?

Because it took my mother!

It went into her.

She wasn't the same. She even smelled different.

And then she disappeared.

And -- surprise, surprise --

one by one, they all start dying.

I'm sorry...

About your mom.

[ Sighs ]

You're the first person ever said that.

Hey. You want to see a picture?

Hmm?

I'll be damned.

I promise you, pal...

You start talking...

...or I swear

I will rip your skin off,

strip by strip.

And then I'm gonna kill you.

And then I'm gonna do it to the next demon.

You hear me?

Yeah.

I hear you.

So you can stop talking, you miserable sack.

Agh!

I didn't ask for your help.

Well, regardless, you're welcome.

Why are you here?

I had no idea Crowley would take Lisa and Ben.

Yeah, right.

You don't believe me.

I don't believe a word that's coming out of your mouth.

I thought you said that we were like family.

Well, I think that, too. Shouldn't trust run both ways?

Cass, I just can't.

Dean, I do everything that you ask.

I always come when you call.

And I am your friend.

Still, despite your lack of faith in me

and now your threats...

...I just saved you, yet again.

Has anyone but your closest kin has ever done more for you?

All I ask is this one thing.

- Trust your plan to pop Purgatory? - I've earned that, Dean.

I came to tell you that I will find Lisa and Ben.

And I will bring them back.

Stand behind me...

The one time I ask.

You're asking me to stand down?

Dean --

That's the same

damn ransom note that Crowley handed me.

You know that, right?

Well, no, thanks.

I'll find them myself.

In fact, why don't you go back to Crowley

and tell him that I said you can both kiss my ass?

[ Chuckles ] Bobby?

Ellie.

It's been a while.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Come in.

So, how did you find me?

Well, we weren't together long, Ellie, but, uh,

I know a thing or two about you.

I know your safehouses.

And let me tell you -- this one ain't all that safe.

So, did you come here just to, um, chat?

I know what you are, Ellie.

[ Sighs ]

You're not exactly from Milwaukee, are you?

Not exactly.

And -- not that I'd have minded,

but you kind of fibbed about your age, too.

[ Exhales sharply ] Just slightly.

900 years.

Okay, so, what's your game, then?

Game?

Yeah. Why are you here?

Eve came through and raised all kinds of hell quickly.

You been here how long? What's with the slow burn?

- Well, you know, we're not all alike. - Monsters?

Okay, if it makes you feel better to call me that, fine.

You're from freakin' Purgatory.

You never thought to mention that

the whole time you slept with me?

[ Scoffs ]

I am what I am, Bobby.

And I happen to be a friend.

You want to explain that to me?

I didn't ask those idiots to crack the door.

I just happened to be the thing that fell through.

And let me tell you something -- you are lucky it was me.

You're saying you're on our side?

I'm on my side. I happen to like it here.

I don't want to see this place

turned into some bloody wasteland.

So you killed H.P. Lovecraft.

Please. That guy couldn't even write "hello."

I have spent 75 years trying to keep Purgatory closed.

Why do you think I gave Dean the sword?

To stop Eve.

Hell, you guys were supposed to kill the damn dragons!

Look.

This all comes down to one Angel.

He wants Purgatory, and he's looking for you.

Well, thanks for the heads up.

I know him, El.

He's gonna figure it out one way or another.

Now, the only way I can stop him is to get ahead of him.

So I need to know how you open the door.

No.

No, Bobby. It's too dangerous for anyone to know.

If I found you...

He ain't far behind.

At least let me take you somewhere,

protect you.

No.

Thanks.

I have a couple other places lined up. Don't worry.

Bobby.

You're just a man.

I'm better off protecting myself.

Drinking your feelings, Sam?

I thought that was your brother's bag.

Stressful times.

Well, we need to talk.

Why?

Because --

I know I'm gonna live to regret this, but...

I'm officially on your team.

You bastards.

And we should believe you why?

Would you believe I had a shred of decency?

No.

Oh, that hurts.

Okay, you're right. It's survival.

You see, I asked Cass some questions,

and I disliked his answers.

He seems awfully sure of himself

for a man who wants to swallow a million nuclear reactors.

I mean, these things can get a bit Chernobyl, you know.

So, voilà.

Consider me your double agent.

Oh, and I took the liberty of searching for your friends.

Took a while -- Crowley's a clever one.

You found them?

The upside is yes.

The downside is, no, I can't get them for you.

Why not?

Because Crowley's Angel-proofed

the whole bloody building.

I guess he doesn't trust Cass.

Seems that marriage is going swimmingly.

Okay, well, get us as close as you can.

Sure.

But then you're on your own.

All right, boys, this is where I get off.

God be with you...

Or what have you.

[ Screams ]

All right, be careful.

[ Creak ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Punch lands, demon groans ]

[ Punches landing ]

[ Demon groans ]

Oh, Dean. Thank God.

Still got to get you out of here.

[ Grunts ] Okay.

Let's go.

The brat's not going anywhere.

And neither am I.

Lisa: Crowley thought you might come.

So he had me jump this hot little piece of ass

for insurance.

Can't go losing our leverage, now, can we?

Ah! Another step...

...Free appendectomy.

You know, she's awake in here -- your mom.

I can hear her thinking.

- Don't listen to her, Ben. - What?

I was just gonna tell him that you're his real daddy.

[ Laughs ]

Just kidding.

Who knows who your real dad is, kid?

Your mom's a slut.

You shut your mouth!

Oh, what? You're her white knight now?

She wishes she never met you, Dean.

You're the worst mistake she ever made!

Well, second worst...

After keeping you.

That's not your mom, Ben. She's lying.

Says the C-minus lay with 10 miles of mommy issues.

Whatever gets you through the night, Tiny Tim.

Ah-ah-ah. Back off, cowboy.

You know, she's begging me to kill you.

She says you hold her back.

Never had a lick of fun since you were born.

Ben, look at me. Look at me.

You're gonna be just fine.

Aah!

Aah!

Ben, knife!

What's the matter, Dean? Hit me.

Oh, you don't want to hurt poor Lisa? [ Chuckles ]

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus --

Shut your mouth!

Omnis satanica potestas,

omnis incursio infernalis adversii,

omnis congregatio et secta diabolica,

ergo, Draco maledicte --

ecclesiam...

Stop it. ...Tuam...

I'm warning you.

You can go to hell, you black-eyed bitch.

You sure about that?

Mom!

Exorcise me now...

She's just a dead meatsuit.

Now, what was it you wanted to say?

Secura...

Tibi...

Facias libertate...

...Servire...

Te rogamus...

Audi nos.

[ Screams ]

- Mom! - Lisa!

Lisa.

Here, put pressure on that, okay?

[ Lisa groans ] I know, honey. I know.

It's all right, it's all right, it's all right. [ Ringing ]

Sam: It's Sam. Leave me a message. [ Beep ]

Sam, where are you, damn it?!

All right, Ben. We got to get her out of here, okay?

Ben.

Ben?

Ben.

Hey!

Listen, man, I need you to pull it together, okay?

You got to be strong. Your mom needs you right now.

Go over in that duffel bag. Grab the salt gun.

I got to carry your mom out,

so if anything comes at us, you shoot it.

But -- go. Now.

[ Lisa groaning ]

Okay. Get the knife. Get the knife.

All right, Ben. Keep your elbow in,

gun tight to your shoulder, and watch for the kick.

Ben!

Ben.

- Ben! - Dean.

Come on! Pull it together!

You want your mom to die?! Let's go.

[ Gunshots ]

Come on. [ Pounding ]

Sam: Dean! Sam?

In here!

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Gunshot ]

Come on. We got to get to a hospital.

Here. Give the gun to him.

Sam, we need a ride. Sam: Yeah.

[ Tires screech ]

Go, go, go, go.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Lisa breathing heavily ]

She's fine, Ben. She's fine.

She's gonna be just fine. We're almost there.

Hey. Hey. Hey. Stay with me.

Sam, you got to go faster, man.

You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be just fine.

[ Monitors beeping ]

Ben, I'm sorry.

Ben.

What do you want?

Dean, listen.

What do you want me to say?

She'll be dead by midnight.

I'm sorry.

I don't care.

It's too little, too late.

Okay.

Well, regardless, I didn't come for you.

Meaning?

[ Beeping quickens ]

She's fine now.

She'll wake soon.

Dean, I said I'm sorry, and I meant it.

Thank you.

I wish this changed anything.

I know.

So do I.

All else aside, I just wanted to fix what I could.

There's one more thing you could do for me.

Hey, mom.

Hey.

What --

You're in the hospital.

- What happened? - We were in a car crash.

[ Gasps ] Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm -- I'm fine.

You hit your head pretty bad,

but you're okay now.

[ Knocking ]

Hi.

Who are you?

I-I'm Dean.

Um... I'm the guy who hit you.

Oh.

I just, uh...

I lost control for a minute.

And I just wanted to say that I'm sorry.

But I'm real happy you two are both okay.

And, uh...

...I'm just -- I'm glad your life can get back to normal now.

We're okay, so...

So that's what's important, right?

Yeah.

Anyway, uh...

I'll leave you two alone.

You take care of your mom.

Well?

Well, nothing.

[ Sighs ]

Dean, you know, you have pulled some shady crap before,

but this has got to be the worst.

Whitewashing their memories?

Take it from somebody who knows --

if you ever mention Lisa or Ben to me again,

I will break your nose.

Dean --

I'm not kidding.

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Car alarm chirps ]

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